3000 N. Meridian
I readied to board the Eerie Express inside the Children’s Museum with 12-, 10- and seven-year-old boys. The eldest saw no reason to submit himself to terror and waited on a bench. The youngest backed out of the first black-lit compartment in tears, after a creepy train engineer warned us we wouldn’t make it out alive. The fifth grader and I pressed on like Scooby-Doo and Shaggy, my arms wrapped tightly around him as I thrust my short companion through dark curtains to greet unknown ghouls. I’d like to tell you delightful details of the well-prepared train motif--the dining car, sleeping berths, the skeletons playing poker, the adults and children in 19th century garb — but I was too busy making a land speed record to notice much. We finished the 15-minute tour in a neat five. My brave friend, of the closed eyes and finger-plugged ears, remembers nothing but the candy shop at the end. We can report that there was no blood or gore, no chainsaws, only passengers that popped out yelling “Aah!” There was also a fun whirling tunnel inside the train and fabulous Lego landscape outside. The first grader and I will return during the haunted train’s “friendly hours” for a presumably slower, brighter ride. Through Oct. 31; 334-3322.